Blown Rain Down

Plucked, crimped, sliced and crumpled
Slivered, chopped, buried and resurrected
Breathed, shunned, stomped and deserted
Kicked, floored, punched and dispossessed.

I am the knacker horse
The hermit, the cistern dweller
the ostracized, bitter water wailer
the callow headed, the penny beggar
sallow skinned dodger of leather boot kickers.

Oh rains prick and soothe, fast and steady
wash the gutter latrine shadows clinging
Peel away the sweat, the lard, the smoke
The soot, soil, blood and stragglers that suck.

Semblance of all finality and blue bursts
rushing with overturned granite fallow
parched plain seeded, earth pregnantly green
Fire up and load the helm, shock the cesspool clean.

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